There are those magical ages in a person’s life. Milestones if you will. 16 – driving. 18- voting and adult status. 21- legal drinking age. 30 – The true change to maturity (if we’re lucky). But there is another age change that happens. And it means nothing when we hit this age but it means everything when our child does. 10.
Seriously?! I have a child with a double-digit age. Seriously?! Well, not quite yet. But I’ve begun to prepare myself for the cold, hard reality. When people ask how old he is I say, “He’ll be ten in July.” Seriously?!
I guess it’s even harder for me to believe since mentally I’m about 17. Its really not my fault. I’ve spent the last two years on a college campus with traditional undergrad-age students sitting in classrooms with 18-22 year olds. That deserves many posts all on their own. Read the rest of this entry »
